Trichotomy of Existence

To live is to survive, no matter what is thrown at you. Rotten tomatoes are also edible if you know the secret of the sheishkebab

Sip, Sip they cuppas hot, amidst fresh morning's dew to

Click, trick and slip, let only for finer, fonder adieus;

Crib, crib a little inn, and snooze bask in the sun anew with

Might, fright and find whats right all along with sighs askew.

Drips, Drips bleeding fingertip, having bled for brothers few, to

Liquor, bicker and banter it all to walk these marshes through.

Trip, trip and fall onto sidewalks, an ear out for stalking flu,

Still slash and cut, such a measly mutt trembles only craving feud.

Kick, kick and burn out hosts, if so they seek up to creep on you,

dig up moist soil, for fertile toils grow shoots spaced a feet few.

Nip, nip in the bud for roses, plant for gardens new but

kip, kip in the keep's round moat, such fishes amused to brew.

Author's Note

if you think this is bad, you should check my previous writings.